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Fall Fall Fall Carry Bag Man

with the Carrier Bag Man I love the Carrier Bag Man X2 Carrier bags strewn all around the room Ah, the Carrier Bag Man-- I am him Coz I am the Carrier Bag Man

that's where I met Bone Thugs y'all it's gettin' time to be a man gotta get out tha house cause I can't stand mommy's man he talks with his hand Come

i wrote so suck my dick. Two pills i pop till' my pupils swell up like two pennies i'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties a young ass man with a trash

see it Not the real man Said you was being In this relationship So many men Think all A girl needs Is to be sold A dream But I won't Fall for it [Repeat

Me have to Hustle How can I promise me gonna change when me legal life is above my price range me have Hustle The law forbin me to carry a gun but my

-three million miles away from the sun Til you realize you and the sun is one, like the knowledge Know the ledge to where your heart is or fall off into

wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend But I was holdin' in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that

of the Clair, that's where I met Mo Thugs, y'all. Oh, shit! Time to be a man. Gotta get out the house, 'cause I stand Mommy's man--he talks with his

but put me on a panel or a channel I'll dismantle like the vandal-er I meants to say the scandalous, vandalous, handle this like my man Emilio, what y